by Dave Price
June 22, 1954:
"This afternoon I towed for
a gunnery flight led by O'Mally, with Mayberry and Britton. We
were at 12,000 and the visibility wasnt any too good. During
the course of the flight, I had to vector every member of the
flight into the target at least once.
O'Mally thought that he had really
gotten a good score, though, and was very anxious that I get the
target back to the field in good shape.
We have been having a lot of trouble
losing targets and bringing back just a bar and cable lately,
and every few minutes on my way back he would call me to see if
I still had the rag.
I got it back OK, and even managed
to drop it in the right spot despite a mean crosswind.
After I had landed I went over and
took a look at the rag and there werent more than ten holes
in it all together. Poor O'Mally. It would have been better if
I had lost it; then he could have told everyone about the wonderful
score that he had shot, but Willie lost the rag. I guess its
always the one that gets away."
I had two rides today. First I flew
a gunnery mission with Capt. Krig, Joe Pizza and Hall. I didnt
even hit the darn target.
I got up bright and early this morning
to go on a gunnery mission, but when I got to the line the visibility
was down to one mile and we had to wait for it to lift. The old
Kimpo Crud was in again just like it was this winter. The smoke
from the Kimchi pots in Seoul, Yong Dong Po and Inchon was there
in force and the stuff cut the vis down something awful.
Finally we got off and went out to
the range. We got one firing pass in and then the rag fell off.
Hall was towing and he swore that he was only going 165 at the
time. Galloway was firing at it when it came off. Sort of shook
him up. We aborted the gunnery mission and headed for the area
to finish up as an A-4. Our fuel was a bit low, though, and we
would up doing a little trail acro.
The next time I got to fly was when
I managed to talk Holliday into putting me on a tow for another
gunnery flight. I dragged the rag off at 120 to try to avoid loosing
it on the runway, as we have lost so many lately. A bit hairy.
I found myself down to 120 a couple of times in the first thousand
feet of climb. It came out OK though and I headed out to the IP.
The first leg was no sweat, but when
I was on the south leg, Litwin made a pass the likes of
which I have never seen before. I thought that he was going to
come right up the cable and into the cockpit with me. I called
him on it and told him not to make any more like it.
All went well until we were about
through and then he made another of the same. By then I was so
shook up that I didnt know just what to tell him. He was
fired-out at the time, so I just sort of asked him not to make
any more and kept on going.
We have had a lot of trouble loosing
targets lately so I held my speed down to 170 through the whole
mission. I figured that would certainly be low enough. However,
when I was on final for my drop, and about half mile from the
end of the runway, I felt a lurch and realized that I had lost
I kept on coming and called the tower
to get someone out to try to get the target before the locals
got there. The APs went out and made a token search, but had no
luck. Capt. Delany then went out with the jeep to see if he could
find it, but he had no luck either.
Shortly after that Col. Miner turned
up with it. He had been at Mobile
when I had lost it, and had watched it hit. He had then taken
off in his vehicle and gone to where it had hit. When he got there,
it was nowhere to be seen, but there were a bunch of local girls
nearby, looking a bit guilty.
He went up to them and asked where
it was. One of them then took him to where they had it hidden
-- all wrapped up in a piece of cloth under some bushes. What
the locals want with an old target is more than I know. But they
sure will take one whenever they get the chance."
- Lt. William Starr
Notes on the slide:
"Kneeling; Ross or Weed.
L to R: Fox, Michaels, Baskett, Alber, Holliday. Hartenbower on